A Love Letter To Whiskey Novels & Stories

I had done nothing but love him and showed him time after time how much he meant to me, but he dared put his hands on me? Storming back into the living room, I grabbed the half-full glass of whiskey I’d left on the bar cart earlier. I didn’t even care about the burn as I took a long, hard sip. The liquid scorched my throat, but it didn’t dull the anger. Nothing could.

Crayvin Cassandra is like a fine whiskey; one that doesn't need a chaser after you take a shot. A whiskey that was so pure and delicious by itself that you can drink it on the rocks straight. No, not drink... sip. Then savor. She is like a fine whiskey you would order from the top shelf and not dare ruin it by adding coke to it, but by simply sipping what you get and enjoying every drop.

I said to the empty chair. The empty chair did not disagree. I sipped the whiskey. It was extraordinary. Frank had always had better taste than me in whiskey and in most other things and I had spent four decades giving him a hard time about it, which was its own form of love. The letter sat on the bar in front of me.

Her hand paused for a moment when she touched a metal box. Inside the box were the letters Samuel had written to her—there was a thick stack of them. When they first got together, he wrote, [From today, Bella is my one true love.] On his birthday, he wrote, [My birthday wish is to spend a lifetime loving Bella and growing old together.] For Isabella's 20th birthday, he wrote, [My darling Bella is of legal age now, I can't wait to marry you.] On their wedding day, he wrote, [To the most beautiful and lovable Princess Bella, welcome to my world.]

“A wonderful evening to everyone, I would like to dedicate this song to all. Abby (Alexis in disguise), starts to sing. She put on her wigs so Debbie can’t recognize her. She went to Debbie’s table. Debbie is surprise and she can’t help laughing. ‘You are funny, Alexis? Abby to Debbie, ‘My heart leads me here; can you be my Valentine for tonight?’ Debbie is nervous. ‘Uh, okay since your funny dear, I will be yours for tonight only.’ Abby whispers, ‘Can I take you to the stage and dance with me?’ She grabs Debbie’s hand and flinches to dance. Abby whispers to Debbie, ‘I like you.’ Debbie is nervous but at the same time is happy. Abby to Debbie; ‘Can you answer me now? Can I court you? Debbie

“Small towns are not very tolerant, cheerleader used to being held up as the epitome of success and perfection didn’t want to soil her image by coming out as a lesbian?” “Sometimes love just isn’t enough,” Diana sighed. “Here, swap you,” Aislen sacrificed her coffee. “I’ll take that,” she took a swig of whiskey and pulled a face. “I’ve never enjoyed straight whiskey. I’m a wine drinker.” “It was in the cupboard in the shop kitchen,” Diana sipped the coffee. “So why are you getting a drunk on at midday?” Aislen asked. “My grandfather,” Diana explained. “And his little metal box of photos and locks of hair.”

That obviously did not happen. I made it through two bottles before I began to feel the effects of the whiskey. That is when the “great” whiskey-inspired ideas began. The first “great” idea that I had was to drunk-text Jenny and beg her to take me back. Me: “Jenny, I love you so much. Please come home.” She did not respond, so I sent another one. Me: “Jenny, you were right about my family. They are awful. Please come home and I will go with you. I love you.”

"As you wish, sir." I head to my car with a destination in mind, after a tense day I just want to have a good whisky and fuck the rest of the night. Whiskey is an aphrodisiac to relax my body and sex makes me forget the shitty day. I park my car in front of my friend and partner Vladimir’s bar and observe that my investment was worth it.

she suggested and I nodded, taking my whiskey bottle back to the safety of my arms. Her talk about tea didn’t convince me, so I took a good look at my bottle, my tipsy eyes reading the drink’s name for the first time. This whiskey would do what no tea ever would! Jack Daniel’s was all I needed… Oh, Daniel. “Among all the bottles in the cellar, I chose you,” I told my whiskey as I shook my head and chuckled quietly, even the whisky made me think about him. When I looked around, I saw Alma, Niki, Marion and a tray of tea and biscuits coming in my direction.

In her case, there was no avoiding it, all she could do was accept it but it turned out that way harder than she had imagined it. Stab the body and it heals,but break the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime. She had heard it before from her mother. Then she was too young to make sense of it, but now, in pain she understood it well. How it hurt, she discovered to love someone and receive none of that love in return. Did he know how much he had hurt her? she wondered.